Wake me up when I'm alone in my room, lost in my mind in the patterns that chase you through
the holes in my thoughts to points where memory and the angles of perception meet. To make you a ghost lost in my hope for so long. Or you're still alive and it's me who's afraid to let go.
So I'll keep you in my thoughts of static where you lost light in that big house that Dad built. That shell where nothing moved, nothing made a sound but the sound of yourself.
So I'm sorry I've been silent. I don't know where the time went.
Balancing on a base I know is broken watching you grow old. I guess years make space for reconstruction, but how can you carry the weight of everything that you can't hold?
'Cause I know you were shaking under bright lights in the kitchen. Hold on, I know you were sinking under water in the basement.
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